It is that time of the year
Hair goes loose and skin goes dark
Studies are forgotten
Clothes get shorter
It is that time of the year
When people dance to beats
When people enjoy to the fullest
And make memories
It is that time of the year
When past is forgotten
And future doesn't exist
All that matters is the present
It is that time of the year
When I miss you the most
When I recall our moments
That made me happy
It is that time of the year
When people move on
When new friendships are made
Some last, some don't
It is that time of the year
When energy is at its peak
And heart at their warmest
When the face reflects the feelings inside
It is that time of the year
And I call it
Summer.
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Honey Chocolate Bubble Gum
Poésie"We ignore each other. Try to pretend the other doesn't exist but deep down we both know, it wasn't supposed to end like this..."
